We arrived at the right hospital with a state trouper escort, in record time. Not doctor recommended, though I was in the back seat. Will pulled me out of his car, I waddled to the door, denying many persistent offers of a wheel chair by my darling husband, and waddled to the admitting desk to sign my name to a previously filled out form. I wanted to talk, let gravity do some of the work for me. I didn't plan on laying on my back for this any way, we had discussed this. To this point I was the logical one and Will was neurotic. I can say though that once the contractions kicked in, I was the neurotic on, and Will calmed down quickly. I was in pain and I became goofy, every last one of my ADHD symptoms hit me full force and I was wild. I was cracking jokes left and right to get myself through the pain. I refused drugs, I had made that choice long ago and was sticking to it. I did feel sorry for some of the staff though, they had a tough time doing their jobs through the laughter. I must have seemed positively maniacal at times.
Only eight hours after my water broke we had two perfect pink princesses to ogle at through the glass. One was stark bald, the other with a full head of black hair. Both with their daddy's big blue eyes, and my slightly turned up nose. I took a nap when they were brought to the nursery. Will waited until eight o'clock that morning to call anyone with the news. His mom was practically on her way by the end of the phone call. For most everyone else he sent out a general text message letting our friends know that the girls were here. I called my mom and John, they agreed to stop by to see the babies later that afternoon. Johns concern was to let me rest, and he was ecstatic to be a granddaddy again.
I had made it quite clear that I did not want to be seen until we were all home, but was happy to let anyone who wanted to come see our new arrivals at their leisure in the hospital nursery. The girls were kept in the nursery unless they were hungry, at which time they were brought to me to breast feed. I got all of the sleep that I could those first thirty six hour. I only saw my beloved husband and my doctors during that time, but Will told me of the other visitors, for our babies. Many friends and family members came to look at the proof that God does indeed have a sense of humor. The girls were tiny and cute, but their visitors laughed at the fact that Will and I finally had children. This they found wildly amazing.
Our daughters, Grace Abigail and Luciana Elizabeth were born Saturday, May 18, 2013, at five thirty in the morning. They were born 95 years to the day after my maternal grandfather, Howard, and his twin brother, Harold. Gracie an Lucy were not identical as were their great grandfather and his twin, but it did seem like providence. I found that holding one of these little products of Will and my love was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I was so thankful for them and I loved my darling husband all the more. I thanked him so many times for them that he asked me to stop. I thanked God more than I thanked Will too. Oh, the things that we had endured to get to this place. Now they were ours, our own.
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